Sister Poems | Examples of Sister Poetry

Tornado Jim was an unruly evil F-5. He barely left anyone alive. Threw cattle and tractors into the air. Crushed combines and backhoes; he did not care. Gloated that he had destroyed more farms than his sis. She gave him a mean finger and snarled with a hiss. Next time she destroyed, she vowed to be worse than him. She was always...

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I am the ignored big sister, The good big sister, The must be perfect big sister. I look at the high podium that I was forced to build. Why? I don't want this.. My little brother hates me, My Grandparents expect everything from me, My parents expect more from me. No one knows me. You must think I'm a perfect...

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why must you be this way, we came united and you know our ways, you spreaded your wings and left, you have forgotten of what we descended of, and you left us ashamed, i cry alone in the dark, awaiting for your return, but in the end its just stone cold, i wish you came back but it will never be true....

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A few feet away, daisies and sunflowers bloom— Maria's smile drifts I see her walking ...

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the women of my lifetime are women of a lifeline they teach me kindness from bright minds the ones who despite it all are still planting seeds in this ugly world turning fields of greed into fields of green and hate into lovely words and that's sisters, mothers girlfriends, lovers the ones who'll smother us in hugs when we're down in trenches plagued by what's above us the ones who...

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Childhood was to see my mother get abused by my father and wanting to do something about it But it’s her who allowed that abuse It’s her who stopped me, but didn’t stop my father Adulthood is to see my sister getting abused by her husband and not being able to do anything because it’s her...

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I’m only desired when I conform, If I play my part, a mute who performs. Don’t be different, honest, or true, Wrong, always wrong. Be anything but you. No wonder my load is so hard to carry, The hate I swallow, so I won’t be contrary. The contempt and disappointment they inflict, If only they knew how I fought for...

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I don't know why I'm so pissed off It ain't the five hundred And it ain't the storm It's the dream that my writing has merit And my sister won't give me the satisfaction of thinking that I could do good She's just like my mother was Always looking down her nose Saying I'll never be able to look after myself Not believing in...

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DNA “You are not worthy of my love.” Silent words scorch skin like an invisible flame. DNA passed down and left to wither, a family heirloom I don’t dare claim. A cracked and shattered mirror, a broken picture frame— I see nothing of you in me, and maybe that’s why you never say my name. But when the scoreboard flashes victory, your number lights up...

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Cardboard Castles You came in like thunder— wild, loud, and sharp with flame. Eyes like chaos, smile like fire, never still, and never tame. We shared a bed when we were small, built kingdoms out of pillow forts. You held my hand in quiet dark, and we survived in whispered sorts. But life came fast, and you let go— chose smoke and speed, the chase,...

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To rise from the ashes is a true definition of you Your spirit and mind will be refreshing and new To give off a vibration that will set things apart Is the definition of a winner that's running the race from the start Your essence of touch will turn darkness to light Your voice will be thunderous, and it...

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My sisters are my pride and glory/ An endless legion, woven into my story/ Our bond defies the boundaries of space/ A sacred connection no vastness can erase/ I dwell in shadows, a soul of the night/ Yet their love surrounds me, a radiant light/ No judgement do they cast, no fear do they bring/ In their embrace, my heart takes wing/ To...

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I once got snubbed by a gal from Wales, who took a rather dim view of males. She liked girls so much better cuz they'd never upset her with made-up masculine-conquest tales. ...

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As i write here.' I hold freedom most dear.' I value; all other writers too! love me or hate me? Even debate me? I will still be; even handed.. So over to youse.' ...

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Adored sister, dry the warm tears flowing from these gleaming eyes: let them dazzle more than jewels: they are dedicated to all sweet mothers who live for their sons, unlikely fathers whose role is to teach them harsh lessons! Dad was a shameless womanizer, he demanded faithfulness from mother and discipline from us; he rarely smiled and hugged us in needy times: we looked...

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